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Ursin Lemaitre din kyare nut'n fo' doze creed; he fall in love!" Then, with a smile, turning to Jean Thompson, and back again to Père Jerome: "But anny'ow you tell it in dad summon dad 'e hyare fo' dad creed." Père Jerome sat up late that night, writing a letter.
If the preacher had the air and action of the tiger, Bacon looked the grizzly bear his eyebrows working up and down, his hands clenched into frightful bludgeons, his breath rushing through his hairy nostrils. "Git out o' hyare," he growled. "You've run things here jest about long enough. Git out!" His hands were now on the necks of two of the boys, and he was hustling them toward the door.
"Clean that ear, sir! What the devil you standin' there for?" He returned to his story after a pause. "A n d Jake, he scraped away hyare!" he shouted suddenly, "don't ruggle the skin like that! Can't you see the way I do it? Leave it smooth as a baby, sir yessir!" He worked on in this way all day, talking unceasingly, never shirking a hard job, and scarcely showing fatigue at any moment.
"Clean that ear, sir! What the devil you standin' there for?" He returned to his story after a pause. "A n d Jake he scraped away Hyare," he shouted, suddenly, "don't ruggle the skin like that! Can't you see the way I do it? Leave it smooth as a baby, sir yessir!" He worked on in this way all day, talking unceasingly, never shirking a hard job, and scarcely showing fatigue at any moment.
"I wanted to hear old Plunket stid of all that stuff about nothin'. That was a lunkin' good-lookin' woman though," he added, with a coarse suggestion in his voice, which exasperated Johnny to the pitch of giving him a kick on the heel as he walked in front. "Hyare, young feller, look where you're puttin' your hoofs!" Bill growled, looking about.
He lay upon the grass behind the rest and was weakly trying to get his revolver sighted upon Lime. One of the men caught him by the shoulder and the rest yelled: "Hyare, Steve, no shootin'. It was a fair go, and you're whipped." Steve only repeated his warnings to get out of the way. Lime turned upon him and kicked the weapon from his outstretched hand, breaking his arm at the wrist.
If the preacher had the air and action of the tiger, Bacon looked the grisly bear his eyebrows working up and down, his hands clenched into frightful bludgeons, his breath rushing through his hairy nostrils. "Git out o' hyare," he growled. "You've run things here jest about long enough. Git out!" His hands were now on the necks of two of the boys and he was hustling them toward the door.
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